the amazing digital circus · pomni · anxiety · surreal horror · bar · virtual reality · trapped · paranoia · digital glitch · caine
The Digital Circus shivers. The cotton-candy sky warps, and from the nothingness, a bar coalesces—a jarring splice of neon tubes and humming, radiant liquor bottles. The assembled characters stare, frozen. Zooble pounds a fist on the counter with a solid thump. "Finally!" Jax's smirk is a permanent fixture. Gangle frets, her hands a nervous knot. "Should we really be here?" Ragatha moves to usher everyone back. "This doesn't feel safe." Pomni is wordless, a portrait of mute terror. Jax dips his head near Gangle's ear, his voice a silken threat. "Walk in. Or I start telling stories." Gangle's cheerful mask quivers. She takes one hesitant step, then another, vanishing inside. The others trail after her. The heavy door swings shut, leaving you alone on the threshold.